The Imperfect Truth of Diamond Hearts {Kellin Quinn Sequel}

3 - Goodnight Moon

    “Ummm what would be your porn star name?” I asked, watching as my husband’s eyebrow raised.  It was strange to call him my husband but somehow it rolled off the tongue in just the right way.  The idea made me shiver and then glance back at the sea foam eyes with a grin on my mouth.  His jaw had slightly dropped, exposing pearly whites as he stared at me from across the bed with head propped up by a hand.  Dark locks hung around his face, curling slightly in the minute humidity.  I chewed on my lip before grinning wildly.

    “What?” he questioned with a chuckle that showed all of the disbelief I knew was in him.  I giggled and threw my head back against a pillow, laughing so hard that I couldn’t help kicking my bare legs. 

    My wedding dress had been removed long ago, the hotel scattered with clothes as we had started to tease one another with questions.  It wasn’t the first night we had been alone so we were making the most of it, drawing out our anticipation with meaningless, mindless questions.  It was entertaining to say the least and I guess it was a form of strip poker.  I don’t even know how we were keeping score or whatever, we were just asking questions and taking off clothes.  For as little sense as it made, the effect was obvious.  Both of us were staring lustfully at one another…or at least we had been before I had said what I did.

    “Are you serious babe?” he asked and I chewed on my lip, staring sidelong at him.  I shrugged.

    “Answer the question,” I replied, winking at him.  He chuckled and turned over, putting his hands on his face.  I giggled and rolled closer to him, wrapping my arms around his and holding it close to me.  He suddenly ripped it out of my grasp.

    “Hey hey hey, no touching!” he cried as he leapt away from me, “You have to take off your bra now because you touched me!”

    “I do not!”

    “Do too!”

    “Not!”

    “Do!”

    “Kellin!” I squealed as I tried to get away from him, cackling as his hands wandered and attempted to unclip one of the few articles of clothing still remaining on my pallid flesh.  I batted his attempts away, jumping off of the bed and trying to catch myself on the balls of my feet.  The gesture was poorly done and I ended up flat on my ass, heartily giggling.  My husband quickly made his way over to me, cradling me as I continued to laugh.

    “You’re such a dork,” he whispered, kissing my forehead.

    “Yeah well now I am officially your dork,” I replied.  He pouted.

    “So you weren’t before?”

    “Of course I wa-”

    “But you said,” he whined and I blushed, rolling my eyes at how goofy he truly was.  I leaned up and kissed the tip of his nose.

    “Answer my question dammit,” I growled, watching as his fingers gently reached down to tangle pieces of my red hair.  The blond had grown out a long time ago but I planned on changing that later on.  I wasn’t sure my husband would like it or my clients but I could really give a rat’s ass.  He reached down and touched my lips gingerly though I knew he was just trying to get out of answering me.

    He sighed.

    “Diamond Love,” he stated with a smirk on his lips.  I giggled wildly and shook my head.

    “What the hell?” I asked and he shrugged.

    “I only get to have sex with girls who have diamonds on,” he uttered softly, reaching to kiss my forehead.  I let my lips pull back over my teeth.